In the city where I was born and raised, it is not uncommon to have your picnic surrounded by pigeons, or your garbage ripped through by raccoons, or to spot the occasional rat whilst out on the town in the evening.
But here, in this northern oasis you are more likely to see crows looming on telephone wires, or deer meandering through the streets, or foxes gliding silently over the fresh snow.
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